Pee drinking toiletman - p - mw - TOILET CHAIR - DRINK ALL MY PEE - 10 - B - HD 1280x720

Veronica was a beautiful woman, with perfect curves and a body that glistened with sweat. She had always been fascinated by the taboo and the forbidden. So when she heard about the Toiletman, she knew she had to meet him. The Toiletman was a man who had trained his body to become a living toilet, capable of holding vast amounts of liquid and relieving himself at will. He had developed a strange fetish for being peed on, and for drinking the pee of others. Veronica decided to embark on a journey of submission and humiliation. She would become the Toiletman's pet, his servant, and above all, his toilet.

The day arrived when Veronica found herself in a dimly lit room, facing the Toiletman. He was seated on a large, luxurious toilet chair, and she could see the anticipation in his eyes as he looked at her. Without a word, Veronica knelt before him, her perfect tits jiggling gently as she bowed her head in submission. The Toiletman smiled, and for the first time, Veronica felt a strange mixture of pleasure and dread. This was it. She was about to become the Toiletman's toilet.

The Toiletman began to speak in a soothing, hypnotic voice. He told Veronica that she was beautiful, and that he would take care of her. He instructed her to unbutton her pants, and then he took control. Slowly, methodically, the Toiletman began to drink all of Veronica's pee. She watched in fascination as his tongue snaked out to catch the drops of liquid that escaped from her body. Every so often, he would lift his head and look at her, a mix of lust and admiration in his eyes. Veronica felt herself getting wetter, more aroused by the humiliation of being used as a toilet for the man who had complete control over her body.

As the session continued, the Toiletman grew bolder. He took hold of Veronica's pants and tugged them down, revealing her perfect ass to him. Without warning, he inserted his tongue deep into her anus, causing her to gasp in surprise. Again, Veronica felt herself getting wetter, more excited by the taboo nature of their relationship. The Toiletman grinned, understanding the power he held over her. Veronica could never resist him; she was his toilet for life.

Finally, the session ended. The Toiletman released Veronica from her position on the floor, and she stood up, wobbly-legged from the combination of humiliation and arousal. She knew that tomorrow, and every day after that, she would return to the Toiletman, ready to be his willing toilet. He was her master now, and she would do anything to please him, even if it meant being used as nothing more than a vessel for his pee.